“It’s a risk. However – your daughter is highly logical – and almost painfully hard-headed about keeping promises.”
“She did promise..”
I nodded – and kissed her neck – and nibbled the bottom of her ear – just where it met her neck.
“Did you really have a crush on me?”
“You caught that, huh?”
“Yes.”
She finally smiled. I had begun to get worried.
“Every straight male who sees you stops to look a second time. Any who ask you to repeat what you said are doing so because they got so brain-bashed by your gorgeous face & body that they’ve lost track of what you were saying.”
She smiled and I continued.
“Kimberly-Clark’s best-selling brand is Kleenex – just from all of the guys who buy boxes & boxes to replace the ones they used to clean themselves up after jerking off to the image of you they’ve held in their minds for hours – if not days.”
“You’re such a suck-ass.”
“Didn’t Kasey say Principal Douche-Bag was sending you flowers? Hell. I swore he was gay.”
“Yes.”
“.. and Old Man Jenkins ran to the janitor-closet to beat his meat every time he saw you in the hallway.”
“That’s a little hard to believe.”
“Ask anybody .. or check the graffiti in the boys’ restroom ..”
She turned her head to look at me, finally deciding to give up the argument. She gave me a kiss and turned her head back to let me nibble her ear some more.
“If I tell you something,” she asked, “do you promise not to tell anyone.”
“Even Kasey?”
“She already knows.”
“I promise.”
“I’ve had dirty thoughts about students before ..”
“Oh?”
“I’ll just say that I was very happy when your name sorted to the top of Kasey’s spreadsheet.”
“I’m .. uh .. wow.”
She turned her body sideways to face me. Her ample breasts rubbed against my chest. It wasn’t the friction of our bodies touching that threatened to make my heart melt – but it didn’t hurt.
She pulled her knees up a little – bumping them against my ribs – and tucked her feet into my sides – just above my hips. Her feverish sex was pressed against my pubes. My achingly-hard cock was bumping against her labia as she hunched her quim against my body – lightly stroking herself along the top of my rod.
She eased her hips up and I felt the tender lips of her pussy cuddle the ridge of my distended cock-head.
She stopped – and then slid back down again – to rest herself on my body.
I wanted to grab her hips and pound my cock into her tight channel – but she was still hugging my upper-body – so I kept holding her.
Again, she raised up – and again she teased me – and came back down to rest her twat against me.
Once more, she repeated it.
After the fourth time, I cleared my throat to ask her what she was doing.
“Am I driving you crazy?” she asked.
“You know you are.”
She did it again – pausing at the top – to make me think she might relent – and plunge my raging meat inside of her fuck-hole.
“Poor, poor, Reggie,” she said – brushing her quim down my length once more – resting her pussy against the front of my pelvis.
I started to move my arms but she said, “No!” – and then bit down on the edge of my jaw.
This time, when she raised up, she lifted her pussy high enough for the head of my cock to nudge against her slippery entrance.
I prayed for deliverance.
She hunched her pelvis forward and slowly plowed my aching cock into her tight wetness.
My arms were locked around her, holding on for dear life, and I heard myself whimper at the glorious relief of finally having her blessed friction stimulating every surface of my painful hard-on.
Slowly, her experienced, powerful pussy claimed my manhood.
When I was fully seated inside of her glory – and her taint brushed my testicles – the levy broke.
I whimpered again – as my penis started blasting jet after jet of cock-sauce into my mother-in-law.
She held still until the final drop had left my body – searching for her egg.
She released her bite – but trapped my lips in a soul-sucking kiss.
She held me, captive, as she slowly raised and lowered her hips.
Every stroke – in & out – wrung up and down my meat – squeezing it – milking it – searching for one last drop of my seed.
Her breathing was heavier.
I had cum so hard that I felt empty – but still her body wanted more.
I felt my sticky spunk – inside of her – trying to escape – as she slowly fucked herself on my delirious dick – moaning louder and louder with each stroke.
She ground her sexy slit up & down on my penis a dozen times – her arms gripping my body tighter and tighter – and her breath growing ragged.
Finally, she stopped kissing me – and laid her head, sideways, on my chest.
She hunched her pussy onto my stiff rod one last time – and her body tensed – and then started shaking.
I kissed the top of her head and held her tightly as she came – hard – her pussy squirting a little at the end.